Twelve Days of Summer (TAEKOOK) {18+} COMPLETE

Day 2.1

A loud screeching noise startles Jungkook awake from his dream. For a moment, the cacophony of unfamiliar noises confuses him, then he remembers that they are no longer back home, but out in the tropics for a two-week, long-awaited holiday.

He cracks open a single eye, just enough to see a head of messy, warm blonde hair and the white netting surrounding the bed but it's simply too bright to consider opening his eyes fully. He hums, his body is delightfully relaxed – and naked – under the sheets.

He stretches slowly, aware of Taehyung's soft and warm, naked shape next to him. There is a distinct tightness in his nether regions and when he peeks under the white cover, he discovers his morning wood perfectly nestled in the warm groove of Taehyung's soft buttocks.

"Hmm... good morning to me..." He grins, squinting against the brightness surrounding them.

It's already mid-morning, going by the length of the shadows on the open "deck" – that's what they have taken to calling this half of the top floor of their ostentatious "holiday home". Where they are is protected by a canopy overhead and the roofed half of the floor behind them, but other than that, the large bamboo bed is entirely open to the elements, the shape of the open half of the floor is simply too reminiscent of a deck of a massive cruise ship to not to adopt the name. There is a swimming pool too, the fancy infinity kind, where the edge seems to fall off to nothing, right at the far end, where the boundary seems to smoothly melt into the sea and then there is blue, as far as the eye can see... it's simply mesmerising.

The most prominent material in the massive, exquisitely designed building they are occupying, is exotic, dark wood, it's beautifully offset by plethora of tropical plants Jungkook doesn't recognise, around seemingly every corner. It's like the house has been built as part of the jungle that surrounds them on three sides.

The view is spectacular, whichever way you look. The front of the house is miles of private, white beaches, everything else is rich, green – so green that Jungkook has never seen the likes of it back home.

There are no hotels around here, no tourists, just very expensive houses, very far apart. They are the luckiest people on Earth to be right here, right now.

Jungkook reminds himself to message Jimin his thanks, they would have never been able to afford a place like this if it hadn't been for Yoongi and his DJ connections, he came up with it out of nowhere. They don't even know who the house belongs to.

The night before, they climbed the stairs all the way up to the top after they made their way back from the club – and their little midnight shenanigans in the alleyway.

Taehyung insisted on staying up, he wanted to wait, to watch the sun rise, but they never made it. Instead, they fell asleep after making out for what felt like hours, just like they used to when they were younger.

It was the perfect ending to a perfect evening.

"Oh, morning, Baby..." Taehyung purrs, deeply, ass immediately grinding against Jungkook, before his eyes are even open. He hums, clearly trying to adjust his position to have what's teasing between his cheeks, inside him.

"You are insatiable, Angel..." Jungkook whispers, sliding softly against the silky skin, nibbling a slow mouthful at a time on the bridge of the delicious, warm shoulder and all the way up Taehyung's neck, pleased when the humming turns to soft moaning.

His fingers slide over the smooth, soft stomach, drawing lazy circles, taking great care to avoid the already twitching muscle trying to tempt him to touch.

"Oh, right there, Baby..." Taehyung gasps when he almost succeeds, he carries on writhing slowly in his morning haziness, edging closer to Jungkook, trying so desperately to get what he wants – what he always needs when he's near his man.